Wang Jixuan had thought that sealing off his primordial spirit would free him from most of the pain;
but he had still underestimated this backlash.
The agony that seemed capable of tearing apart his primordial spirit made it impossible for him to remain calm;
and the crying, wailing, and screams endlessly ringing beside his ears only made the pain worse.
By comparison, the pain of every bone and meridian in his body being shattered seemed almost negligible.
There was no good solution now. He could only grit his teeth and endure.
If he failed to hold on, his primordial spirit would be destroyed;
if he survived, his will would become even tougher.
Wang Jixuan's consciousness quickly entered a state of flickering between clarity and darkness, while the tiny candle flame that continued to draw his mind forward remained the same two words: becoming immortal.
He had already withstood the heavenly tribulation.
During his Second Life, he had already endured heavenly punishment;
there had merely been a small accident when he reached the immortal gate.
In this life, he had to break through!
To hell with whatever great powers and experts forbade immortality. The cultivation of living beings in pursuit of eternal life was already defying the heavens. He would join the ranks of the immortals and become a carefree immortal!
The body of Wang Jixuan, floating in the center of the great hall, released a shockwave.
The old man seated on a meditation cushion sighed softly at the sight.
He was feeling emotional, moved by Wang Jixuan's resilient will and unyielding spirit. A thousand words ultimately became one sentence:
"As expected of me."
The old man stretched lazily. The meditation cushion beneath him extended on its own, becoming a soft mat, and he slowly reclined upon it. With a light